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Chapter 1, Enter DarknessChapter 1: Enter the Darkness
The worlds have moved again, the heartless are on the move, the nobodies haven't been seen for a while, and the original Keyblade wielders have passed away. There are new wielders to the Keyblade now, though they do not know it yet. They are about to recieve the ride of their life. As our story unfolds, they will go through many perels, face many opponents, pass many obstacles, and find new doors to uncover the secrets of the worlds beyond. These three best friends, having grown up together, are the decendents of Sora, Kairi, Riku and King Mickey.
"Haruda!" Motoko screamed as she punches her friend's back. "I told you I'm not buying you another new skateboard if you broke that one!"
"Come on, Motoko." Haruda cried in reply. "You're my best friend and I'd do the same for you."
"If you had money." she said, punching him again.
"Are you two fighting again?" Toshirou sighed, walking between them. "If you don't stop I'm going to lock you in the same room until
As I watch the little girls
I begin thinking of my own children to come
Who will they resemble, their mother or me?
How will they act, rebellious or obedient?
As these and other questions enter my mind
I look at the sky and trees overhead
I imagine possibilities for the future
Boy, girl, twins, triplets
And as I finish my thoughts, I tell myself
"I can only wait."
For Those Who Don't CareLife is cruel
What good is it when there's nothing to live for?
Why can't I just pick up a knife and do it?
Because I'm afraid
What is fear?
Why are we fearful?
Is it because it's natural?
Is it because we need something to counter bravery?
Why are we brave?
Because we care
Why do we care?
Because we are human
Then I'd rather not be human
Then what will I be?
Not a fish
Because I'm dead
One Year StarRacerEva"And I'm glad to have even met her." James said. "She's a very special woman. A couple friends and I wrote a poem for her." He wore a black suit and tie with a dark red, some said it looked like blood red, button up shirt, and his dress shoes were new.
He was standing on a small stage in a club. The music wasn't playing but the musicians were ready. It was a birthday party.
Looking around, I could tell I was late. I went to the bar to grab a small beer. I snuck up on the birthday girl. "Happy birthday."
Eva jumped. "Axel!" she laughed before hugging me. "Thanks."
"Is he about to start the poem?" I sat beside her.
"Yes and that's James' spot." she giggled. "Go up there."
"Axel, Demyx, ready?" James said through the mic.
My brother and I went up to the stage. "A poem?" I asked, we had practiced it millions of times.
"I wanna see it." Demyx said as he snatched it out James' hand. "She'll love it." he smiled.
"Can we start now?" he glared at demyx as I snuck to the shadows.
"No." Demyx sai
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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